(…because the three-year-old Gremlin has been oh-so close now that he’s not getting TV for a while.)

At the gas station:The attendant takes my credit card, asks, “How much would you like, ma’am?”Bryce laughs and snorts from the backseat. “He called you ma’am! Doesn’t he know your name is Mom! He’s so dumb.”

At church:The priest says, “…through Christ our Lord, Amen.”His head darts up from whatever mischief he was planning at that moment. “Hey. He just said through Bryce our Lord, Amen.” A twisted smile whips across his little face.